Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Oct 26, 2012 21:47:24 GMT -5
The asteroid of borrowed rock and stone shot down like a petrified fireball, careening towards Neo-SPaceGodzilla like a case of extraterrestrial DUI. The space saurian, although sickly and pained, would not allow such a obvious assault strike him without protest. Extending his sadistic mind into a clear wall, the crystalline tyrant allowed the encased Theraxis to smashed into his mental barrier before curving it downward. The earthy comet was directed down into the ground, slamming into the concrete before NSG's feet. The impact was great, generating a mushroom cloud and fragmenting both the street and the flying rock deeply. Reaching out with more of his powerful thoughts, NSG forced his way into every crack and crevice he could find on the meteor's surface, and- with a great flex of his advanced brain- stripped away the bug's stony coating in a burst of debris and dust. Theraxis was ready and waiting for him within the rock though, and, soon as she was unveiled, sprung like a demonic jack-in-the-box, claws and fangs extended! A shriek of primal barbarity escaped the nightmare's sneering jaws.
The queen's cry was completely drowned out by a rage-filled howl from the jaws of Fenris.
The wolfen scourge catapulted up from the netherworld of fire and brimstone with an air-shaking scream of fury, shade spilling over her fur like water as she lunged from NSG's shadow. The canine's eyes were wide and savage, like spotlights of anger and venom, poisonous orbs filled with sisterly rage for the unconscious head slumped across the bitch's shoulder. Pale stare stabbing fear deep into the violent soul of Theraxis, Fenris smashed into the unsuspecting horde-queen's leg. The armor on her thighs and kneecaps spit and shattered upon the impact. The thorny legs were bent backwards, forced far beyond their natural range of motion with a pair of wet crunches. Blood spurted from the back of the bug's knees as the flesh and tissue there was shredded and torn open. Theraxis squealed in agony, a thing warble that bounced from her dribbling jaws like the dying notes of a shot squirrel. The red menace was flipped onto the back of her chimeric foe as the Hellhound Queen crashed down into the solid world of mortals, the street cratering beneath her as the last vapor of sulfur and suffering rolled off of her pelt. The hellish creature bayed madly, paws pulverizing the urban earth and jaws snapping.
Sprawled across the bitch queen's back like an injured companion or limp sack, the Queen of the Theraxi came to life suddenly. The pincers of the crimson invader flailed, and her symbiotic heads stretched out with yawning jaws. The curling tail of the bug found its way into Fenris's neck, pushing past fur and flesh to wound the wolf like a serpentine spear. Blood gushed out as the toothy stinger chattered and hissed like a living thing. The evil yellow eyes of Hades's Hound rolled upwards, showing only murky hues and possessed veins. The demon groaned.
But not in pain.
The rough, ragged breath that left the master of fire and shadows was not an agonized sound, but a husky exhale of joy. The legs of the bitch wobbled, and her pelt spiked up excitedly. The female beast's twin tailed writhed and coiled in ecstasy. Fenris moaned again, teeth slicing her own lip as he clamped her jaws shut with a low huff.
She had reached IT. That glorious battle high between bloodlust and suffering. A primal, sensitized state that made every breath of carnage in, every rush of red out, every experience in the savage field of war so much more. It was... was...
Incredible.
Fenris's coat sparked. The wolf's shadow reared and howled a silent demand for more bloodshed. Her form trembling with waves of pleasure as if near climax, the Hound of Death slipped into her ultimate form. Fur smouldering and flesh decaying into shade, the mix-and-match terror became one with her elements, demonic power pooling around her paws and underbelly. As the grinning skull of the wolf burned away into evil essence, the female let her ecstasy explode.
A firebolt of demon flames and darkness launched upward like a direct attack upon the heavens.
Theraxis screeched in the utmost agony, every inch of her body caught within the terrible pillar of pure hell. Her mangled armor was stripped away completely, burnt into nothing by the hellfire that engulfed her. The now defenseless creature was scorched like no other had ever been before, not merely scalded by the flames, but consumed. The dark fires did not burn. They ate! They leeched life directly from her, stealing away the strength to continue living and scattering it into nothing. The red scorpion-like monster was only in contact with the vile column for a mere moment before it ascended above her, and how fortunate that was for her- it was all she could possibly take. A second more, and the Theraxi would have been without a queen.
As the smoking, twitching, murmuring pink creature that was once a fearless destroyer- once Theraixs- collapsed to the ground, the storm of demonic influence that was Fenris rushed upwards, filling the sky with her gaseous form. The clouded twisted and warped, speared by streaks of lightning and plumes of hellfire. The light of day faded away as the heavens were dominated by a terrible thunderhead of evil. The whirling black mass shifted and molded into several different shapes, all of them images of the same thing- a cackling wolf's head. The sky was split by a baritone rumble, and NSG- far below with eyes wide and inclined- at first thought it was thunder. But as the deep, chaotic chorus of sound evolved, becoming slighter higher and clearer as it rippled the clouds with its deafening volume, the terrifying truth became clear to the mutant crystal reptile.
It was no thunder.
It was laughter.
The apocalyptic storm parted, and a javelin of evil was cast down as the clouds were purged of Fenris's ferocious presence. The wolf- stretched out and shaped into a conical spear of fire and shadows- screamed madly for the blood of Neo-SpaceGodzila. The bolt of hellfire came down like a crack of lightning, and NSG rocked back with a great red splatter from his chest. The saurian wailed. Fenris was buried deep within his right pectoral, punched clear through the skin, flesh, and muscle and into his body cavity. The interior of the deep space beast erupted with supernatural flames, his organs and soft tissue scorched by a flash of hell. The space saurian gurgled, and liquified innards splashed from between his teeth. As NSG spewed crimson into the darkness that was Fenris, the wolf slowly began to reclaim her physical shape, her pleasure fading and her newfound strength leaving with it. Bones reforming, flesh wrapping back around her, and skin and fur regrowing, the chimera stretched her maw in a large yawn to snap in back into place. Jaw now reset and grinning, the demon reached out with a paw- the one that was not buried joint-deep in the body of NSG. Placing her gnarled talons under the chin of the shrieking reptile, Death's Bride lifted the mauled head of the crystal dinosaur, forcing him to meet her eyes. Her yellow orbs were not hateful or smug or even annoyed. They were happy. Pleased.
And they had a message:
I hope we can do this again.
The insane bitch smiled her broadest smile, and then- head twisting sideways- lunged at NSG's throat, her fangs plunging together with vulnerable flesh between...
(Heh. I almost typed 'Neo-Gothzilla' at one point. )
The queen's cry was completely drowned out by a rage-filled howl from the jaws of Fenris.
The wolfen scourge catapulted up from the netherworld of fire and brimstone with an air-shaking scream of fury, shade spilling over her fur like water as she lunged from NSG's shadow. The canine's eyes were wide and savage, like spotlights of anger and venom, poisonous orbs filled with sisterly rage for the unconscious head slumped across the bitch's shoulder. Pale stare stabbing fear deep into the violent soul of Theraxis, Fenris smashed into the unsuspecting horde-queen's leg. The armor on her thighs and kneecaps spit and shattered upon the impact. The thorny legs were bent backwards, forced far beyond their natural range of motion with a pair of wet crunches. Blood spurted from the back of the bug's knees as the flesh and tissue there was shredded and torn open. Theraxis squealed in agony, a thing warble that bounced from her dribbling jaws like the dying notes of a shot squirrel. The red menace was flipped onto the back of her chimeric foe as the Hellhound Queen crashed down into the solid world of mortals, the street cratering beneath her as the last vapor of sulfur and suffering rolled off of her pelt. The hellish creature bayed madly, paws pulverizing the urban earth and jaws snapping.
Sprawled across the bitch queen's back like an injured companion or limp sack, the Queen of the Theraxi came to life suddenly. The pincers of the crimson invader flailed, and her symbiotic heads stretched out with yawning jaws. The curling tail of the bug found its way into Fenris's neck, pushing past fur and flesh to wound the wolf like a serpentine spear. Blood gushed out as the toothy stinger chattered and hissed like a living thing. The evil yellow eyes of Hades's Hound rolled upwards, showing only murky hues and possessed veins. The demon groaned.
But not in pain.
The rough, ragged breath that left the master of fire and shadows was not an agonized sound, but a husky exhale of joy. The legs of the bitch wobbled, and her pelt spiked up excitedly. The female beast's twin tailed writhed and coiled in ecstasy. Fenris moaned again, teeth slicing her own lip as he clamped her jaws shut with a low huff.
She had reached IT. That glorious battle high between bloodlust and suffering. A primal, sensitized state that made every breath of carnage in, every rush of red out, every experience in the savage field of war so much more. It was... was...
Incredible.
Fenris's coat sparked. The wolf's shadow reared and howled a silent demand for more bloodshed. Her form trembling with waves of pleasure as if near climax, the Hound of Death slipped into her ultimate form. Fur smouldering and flesh decaying into shade, the mix-and-match terror became one with her elements, demonic power pooling around her paws and underbelly. As the grinning skull of the wolf burned away into evil essence, the female let her ecstasy explode.
A firebolt of demon flames and darkness launched upward like a direct attack upon the heavens.
Theraxis screeched in the utmost agony, every inch of her body caught within the terrible pillar of pure hell. Her mangled armor was stripped away completely, burnt into nothing by the hellfire that engulfed her. The now defenseless creature was scorched like no other had ever been before, not merely scalded by the flames, but consumed. The dark fires did not burn. They ate! They leeched life directly from her, stealing away the strength to continue living and scattering it into nothing. The red scorpion-like monster was only in contact with the vile column for a mere moment before it ascended above her, and how fortunate that was for her- it was all she could possibly take. A second more, and the Theraxi would have been without a queen.
As the smoking, twitching, murmuring pink creature that was once a fearless destroyer- once Theraixs- collapsed to the ground, the storm of demonic influence that was Fenris rushed upwards, filling the sky with her gaseous form. The clouded twisted and warped, speared by streaks of lightning and plumes of hellfire. The light of day faded away as the heavens were dominated by a terrible thunderhead of evil. The whirling black mass shifted and molded into several different shapes, all of them images of the same thing- a cackling wolf's head. The sky was split by a baritone rumble, and NSG- far below with eyes wide and inclined- at first thought it was thunder. But as the deep, chaotic chorus of sound evolved, becoming slighter higher and clearer as it rippled the clouds with its deafening volume, the terrifying truth became clear to the mutant crystal reptile.
It was no thunder.
It was laughter.
The apocalyptic storm parted, and a javelin of evil was cast down as the clouds were purged of Fenris's ferocious presence. The wolf- stretched out and shaped into a conical spear of fire and shadows- screamed madly for the blood of Neo-SpaceGodzila. The bolt of hellfire came down like a crack of lightning, and NSG rocked back with a great red splatter from his chest. The saurian wailed. Fenris was buried deep within his right pectoral, punched clear through the skin, flesh, and muscle and into his body cavity. The interior of the deep space beast erupted with supernatural flames, his organs and soft tissue scorched by a flash of hell. The space saurian gurgled, and liquified innards splashed from between his teeth. As NSG spewed crimson into the darkness that was Fenris, the wolf slowly began to reclaim her physical shape, her pleasure fading and her newfound strength leaving with it. Bones reforming, flesh wrapping back around her, and skin and fur regrowing, the chimera stretched her maw in a large yawn to snap in back into place. Jaw now reset and grinning, the demon reached out with a paw- the one that was not buried joint-deep in the body of NSG. Placing her gnarled talons under the chin of the shrieking reptile, Death's Bride lifted the mauled head of the crystal dinosaur, forcing him to meet her eyes. Her yellow orbs were not hateful or smug or even annoyed. They were happy. Pleased.
And they had a message:
I hope we can do this again.
The insane bitch smiled her broadest smile, and then- head twisting sideways- lunged at NSG's throat, her fangs plunging together with vulnerable flesh between...
(Heh. I almost typed 'Neo-Gothzilla' at one point. )
